Agathocles -

Life seen through the eyes of an agarchist So cold So blind So naive The truth beyond, will not be found Deceiving masks, that's what's all around So cold So blind Like a train, leading to nowhere Reflections of death, but why? Forced to choose another path The one which is covered with theatric thoughts The tree stands along Hidden, but still strong Carrying all the leaves For us to pick, for them to leave Then, wind comes and blows The leaves fall and go But there's one that's gonna stick That's the one I'm gonna pick I'm gonna carry this one forever Loose it? No, never! But I guess it's just an utopy Based on my insecurity Still I'll try to pick The true leaf that won't trick The one without a mask But which one, if I may ask? Then, wind comes and blows The leaves fall and go But there's one that's gonna stick That's the one, I'm gonna pick